When sun sets dusk and streets are cleared, This town's renegade is near.Standing tall, awaiting host, What's it like to see a ghost?Both outlaws equal, yes indeed, A one shot rhythm to the gunslingSo long my sweet.Bye Bye.

Standin' alone in soot and stone, He draws from this holster, a man.Crawlin' alone through the soot and stone, He makes his way home half to death.

He clenched his fist and said a prayer, For every breath of dusty air.He fires loud, the end is close, What's it like to be a ghost?Both outlaws equal, yes indeed, A one shot rhythm to the gunsling, So long my sweet.